Dream

I had a very odd and vivid dream last night that is worth mentioning. I was home in Rochester visiting with all these people I had not seen in years, making them all very happy, when suddenly the world needed a new pope. One of my old friends was apparently very influential in helping the Vatican make this decision, and suddenly I was elected. I decided I wanted to stay in Rochester however, but I liked my new job. I started an international war on poverty, with a whole bunch of initiatives including sending militaries into poor countries. I distinctly remember sitting at home in my parents house watching cable TV news covering these initiatives. Then a major storm hit and I was sitting in my old bedroom (which now had 3 windows on the far wall instead of one) watching the storm out the windows. All of a sudden, the windows blew out and I had glass in my face. And that's when I woke up. Good stuff.